So, I'm back! And with more Denmark x Fem!Norway.

You wouldn't believe how often I was asked to write more with these two. So... here you go!

Everyone seems to move into each other's apartments, one way or another. I need to think of a more original idea. oh well.

Enjoy!

Denmark - Mathias Køhler

Fem!Norway - Svana Mikkelsen


Flash!

The camera flash caused spots in her eyes, but she didn't move.

"Now, tilt your chin a little to the right... little more. Now, flick your eyes to the left... Perfect! Hold that, Svana."

The blond Norwegian did as instructed, waiting for the photographer to take his pictures at various angles and set his camera down before she relaxed, blowing out a breath. She glanced at the clock for a moment as her makeup was touched up, before flicking her gaze down to look at the next outfit she was to change into. She changed, posing again as the photographer instructed. Tilting her head, pouting her lips, gripping her hair, batting her eyes.

And repeat.

Hours later, she finally left, wrapping her scarf around her neck as she walked out, nodding her goodbyes and exchanging small words. Her heels clicked the marble floor as she walked, the sound of the photographer barking orders, encouagement or insults.

Perfectionist. But then again, most photographers were.

Svana Mikkelsen was a model, a rather popular one at that, too. With her long platinum blond hair, full lips, bright stunning eyes, small frame. Even the cold, unimpressed attitude she had was considered flattering. And she was at the top of her game. Appearing repeatedly in various well known magazines, a couple of commercials here and there. She was certainly making a name for herself in the modelling world.

She left the building, squinting at the early spring sun before digging out a pair of sunglasses from her purse, then she continued on her way to her ride. She went to the passanger side of the waiting truck, knocking on the window when she realized it was locked.

Mathias Køhler was sitting in his truck, waiting and blasting out one of the many mixed CD's he owned, singing along as he waited. He was waiting for his best friend Svana, since her car had screwed up on her this morning, and she had asked (Okay, so he offered until she agreed) for him to drive her home from work. He jumped when he noticed someone outside his window, looking over as he rolled down the window. "You could've just opened the door." He chuckled.

"I would've, but you locked it." She said, placing her sunglasses up onto her head to look at him. She had knocked on the door a couple of times, trying to get his attention before going over to his side. Since when did he lock the door?

"Oh! Damn, sorry." He laughed it off, unlocking the doors. "There ya go! Come on in!"

"Takk." She nodded, walking around once again to the other side before opening the door and settling in. She put on her seatbelt, glancing over to see him grinning at her. "What?"

"So... how'd it go?" He asked as he turned down his music, grabbing his seatbelt before starting the car again.

"Oh, it was alright." She said. "Just the same as usual."

"Any celebraties there? They do photoshoots and junk, right?"

"None this time."

"Bummer. You gotta give me a call next time you meet one. Like a football player or movie star or something." He grinned, tapping his hands to the beat of the music.

"I'll be sure to inform you." She nodded. "Although, you almost dropped everything just to come pick me up. I can only imagine what would happen if someone famous showed up."

"Hey come on, you're famous! And besides, some creeper might come out and kidnap ya!"

She rolled her eyes, "You're overreacting. I could have just take the bus if you were busy."

"Like I said, a creeper or stalker could come at ya!"

"People might think you're a creepy stalker."

"Nuh-uh! I'm way too good looking!" He grinned. "And you walked right up to my truck."

"Whatever. Don't drop everything for me. Who knows what your girlfriend might think."

"Aw, she's cool with it! And she likes ya!"

"Hm." In all honestly, she didn't really know the woman. She had only met her a couple of times, and didn't recieve a very good impression. But Mathias seemed happy with her, so she suppose she probably wasn't all that bad. (Said girlfriend probably didn't like the fact that Mathias claimed the popular model as his 'best friend' and went out of his way to hang out with her when he could.) "If you say so." She shrugged, kicking off her shoes before setting her feet up on the dashboard.

"Hey, feet off!" He swatted her foot, grinning as he did.

"You do it in my car." She smacked his hand away.

"Ja, when I gotta sit in the back!" He laughed. Hey, he had long legs, it wasn't his fault! (And he knew it bugged her. So he always made a point to put his feet on the dash or his legs on her lap or something along those lines.)

"Drive me home." She punched his arm lightly as she adjusted herself in her seat, feet still on the dash.

"Ja, frøken Mikkelsen." He chuckled, singing along with the radio as he started to drive her home, having to go down his own street to get there.

Svana frowned, staring out the window as they drove past his place. "Stop the car."

"Huh? Why?" He asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Stop the car." She repeated, rolling down her window to poke her head out. "Mathias, is that your stuff outside?"

"Hvad?" He asked, leaning over to look, his brows furrowed. "What the hell?" He frowned, screeching the truck to a stop before getting out to go investigate for himself.

"Wait, Mathias." She blinked, looking over as he got out. "Mathias. At least park your car."

"Park it for me." He said, frowning more as he walked up to his building and trying to unlock it, only to find that it wouldn't work. He blinked, cursing in Danish as he tried again, and again. Finally fed up, he banged on the door, demanding that the door be opened. He heard his name called, looking up to see his girlfriend looking out the window. "What the hell is all this! Are ya kickin' me out?"

"You're damn right I am!" She frowned down, and an argument erupted from that.

Svana had parked his trunk, glancing out the window as she watched the two argue about jobs, money, life, and she heard her name mentioned. She frowned. What the hell was with her? She was just kicking him out? Just like that? She knew he was dating a psycho!

Finally fed up, Mathias turned away from what was now his ex-girlfriend, grabbing a box and stomping towards his vehicle. Svana shut off the truck and got out. "Do you need some help?" She asked quietly.

"Nej." he shook his head, placing a box in his trunk, frowning still. "Just get back in the car."

She looked up at him, saying nothing as she walked back into the car, glancing at her mirror to see him going back and forth, filling up the back of his truck as he muttered and cursed in Danish. He was extremely pissed off, and this was his way of attempting to deal with it. Fuck! How the hell did this happen? He soon filled up the back, taking a final glance at what was now his former home. God damn it...

He noticed Svana in the driver's seat, saying nothing as he got into the passenger side. "I offered you a ride home."

"I don't mind driving." She simply said, starting the truck up.

"Fine... we'll just go to your place, and I'll... go to a motel or something." He sighed, his expression written all over his face. He was clearly upset, but seemed like he didn't want to trouble her about it. Typical Mathias.

"Come over for a drink. Don't argue." She said as she started to drive. "We'll watch a movie and you can go on about how Danish beer is better than whatever I have."

"Okay." He nodded. See? This was why she was his best friend! She understood everything about him! (Even when he rarely got upset.) Damn, he had an awesome friend. "She dumped me... Just like that!" He soon mumbled with an exhausted sigh. Never one to really keep quiet about anything, he felt like he needed to talk. And this was Svana! His best friend! He could talk to her! "No real reason. Just 'I don't love you, get out of my sight.'"

Svana nodded, listening to him as she drove him to her apartment building. Of course, she knew he was leaving out some details, mostly the ones that involved her, but she didn't push it. She had been there, after all, she knew what had been said. Basically, his girlfriend was pissed off about how he always talked about Svana and how he spent a lot of time with her, so she assumed something was going on between the two, and she was sick and tired of putting up with it. She had had enough, had found someone else, and tossed all his stuff out. And that's what they had drove up to.

What a bitch. Why the hell did he ever get with her? (Svana ahd always wondered, but never said so. She had gotten a weird vibe from her right from the get-go.)

They made it to her place, getting out and going up to her apartment building. She set his keys and her purse on the counter going to the fridge. "You're in luck. I have some Carlsberg." She said, grabbing a couple of cans before passing him on.

"Good. I feel like I need it." He sighed, trying to seem like his usual self, with no luck.

And boy, did she notice. She took her sunglasses off her head, setting them aside. "Here, let's watch a movie. How about The Little Mermaid?" She always said that when they decided to watch a movie. It was a bit of an inside joke, for it had been his favourite movie when they were growing up. As stereotypical as it sounds.

"If you have it in Danish, I'd actually really like that."

"I do. And if you sing along and point out that the girl singing is Norwegian, I'll manage to endure it." She said, placing her beer down on the coffee table, before going to grab the movie. "And just stay here tonight, Mathias."

"Aw, Svan, come on. You don't gotta to do that." He assured.

"You're not wasting money on a motel. Just stay here. My car is in the shop for a week."

"Guess you'll need rides."

"Unless you let me on the transportation system by myself." She joked lightly, finding the movie before setting it on the counter. "Come on, lets get your stuff. I have a spare room you can use."

"Okay. Just for a while." He said, setting his beer down before going to grab his things. They started to bring his things in, bringing them to the share room Svana hadn't used for sometime. She moved the little junk she had out and they began to fill it with Mathias' stuff, her grabbing a clean blanket and bedding for the extra bed she had in there.

He smiled weakly once they finished, grabbing and opening his beer before taking a long drink as he sat down on the couch with her. Fuck, his head was just a mess. What the hell? Just for her to kick him out like that. At least he had Svana to listen and give him a place. He sighed weakly to himself, taking another drink before placing his beer aside and moving to lie down, his head in her lap as they began to watch the movie.


Takk (Norweigian) - Thank you.

Ja, frøken Mikkelsen (Danish) - Yes, miss Mikkelsen

Hvad? (Danish) - What?

Nej (Danish) - No